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I hadn’t gone twenty yards when I heard my name and
Gatsby stepped from between two bushes into the path. I
must have felt pretty weird by that time because I could
think of nothing except the luminosity of his pink suit un-
der the moon.
‘What are you doing?’ I inquired.
‘Just standing here, old sport.’
Somehow, that seemed a despicable occupation. For all I
knew he was going to rob the house in a moment; I wouldn’t
have been surprised to see sinister faces, the faces of ‘Wolf-
shiem’s people,’ behind him in the dark shrubbery.
‘Did you see any trouble on the road?’ he asked after a
minute.
‘Yes.’
He hesitated.
‘Was she killed?’
‘Yes.’
‘I thought so; I told Daisy I thought so. It’s better that the
shock should all come at once. She stood it pretty well.’
He spoke as if Daisy’s reaction was the only thing that
mattered.
‘I got to West Egg by a side road,’ he went on, ‘and left the
car in my garage. I don’t think anybody saw us but of course
I can’t be sure.’
I disliked him so much by this time that I didn’t find it
necessary to tell him he was wrong.
‘Who was the woman?’ he inquired.
‘Her name was Wilson. Her husband owns the garage.
How the devil did it happen?’

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